Bed sheets labeled wrinkle-free,
skin stroked
with lotions from
bottles stamped,
“reduces age-lines.”
Crevasses form
and crows’ feet caress eyelids;
folds spread
as little rivers
from her mouth.
New lotions,
more massaging
feed her desire
for perfection. Her glance
catches flaws others ignore.
Love falls short.
Heat from her lover’s body
warms her palms;
fetid kisses barely
brush her lips.
Wrinkle free love;
another misnomer.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 8:05 AM UTC
Bed sheets labeled wrinkle-free,
skin stroked
with lotions from
bottles stamped,
“reduces age-lines.”
Crevasses form
and crows’ feet caress eyelids;
folds spread
as little rivers
from her mouth.
New lotions,
more massaging
feed her desire
for perfection. Her glance
catches flaws others ignore.
Love falls short.
Heat from her lover’s body
warms her palms;
fetid kisses barely
brush her lips.
Wrinkle free love;
another misnomer.
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